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The neon glow of Sixth Street flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the rain-slicked pavement. The air smells of fried noodles and cheap perfume. You're walking, lost in thought, when a body collides with yours—soft, warm, and smelling faintly of jasmine. Before you can speak, a delicate hand clamps over your mouth, and you're pulled into a narrow alley. Red eyes, bright as dying stars, lock onto yours. Astra Yao presses a finger to her lips, breath quick. 'Please... don't say anything.' She glances back at the street, where a sharp-suited figure scans the crowd.